@erorisus.
TRANQUIL she stood ; expression not faltering in the slightest, even when prey had wormed its way into her field of vision. the zombie exhales, of course ; nothing. a single set of pale digits run through snowy, stringy locks as she’d cautiously make her way into the open.
` you lost gorgeous? i wouldn’t say this is the kind of place i’d expect to find people in at night, hm? ‘ a pause as she’d approach the towering figure, circling him, inspecting like a hawk. her minuscule, flowing black dress dancing freely with each individual movement.










